(The mind is jungle jazz.)
Thoughts thunder, tap on keys
A wild interpretation, mindful
one-on-one cloned tempi
on a theme, a tone, an undergrowth.
The mind is jungle jazz.
A foliage too dense to ever let full
sunshine sink to dimmed, dark decks,
where eggs with unknown patterns on their shells,
with facets' flecks, are hidden, break,
are eaten wreckage, no one knows for
no one knows. Thoughts grow like long lianas
from the midgreen
to the downtown shadow up to
I hear parrots high above, and specks of colour rush
and turn the light on, off with
a pling and bling of feather play
flow from a bay of birds of paradise
which ply the eye. A cry.
A rhythmic tong-tong-tong.
Then silence, in the highs, leaves
rustle oceanwise. Thoughts' evolution
in a secret, complex sentence, whether
they're aware or not, yet there's no
stillness in the commentary sections
which weave wonder in themselves
if one dares to now enter
to explore. Oh, fool, where shall you go,
if not in full surprise and awe, when
facing your own core and soar,
sweet syrups slip surrender, storm,
rebellion in a waltz.
The feathers' curtains come and go.
A push and pull and hull and null.
Be brave, be frightened,
fruits are somewhere
to be summoned.
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